Lyrics

Ride it out in the mezzanine I read those magazines, i lost my limousine license I took a little tip from the way insider Wrote it on her hip with a magic marker Washed it all off with a warm wet wash cloth Stashed in the trash back behind the car wash A little situation went down and now I've gotta eat my way out of it Now i've gotta suck myself away from this Now it always starts off with a kiss Now it always ends up with a fist Took him down around the waterpark He had a red swimsuit and two eyes two miles apart Looked just like a hammerhead shark With a hook in it's mouth, he was dead in the yard After the night games Everyone's makin the death claims Pointing at the guys in the dice game Call me a lightweight, i'm just a main street spider And she's a trader insider I'm just her cigarette lighter And i'm her limousine driver